All I want to do is wrap up in a fuzzy sweater and watch a movie. Or read a book. Or just sit in front of the fireplace. Alas. I don't own a fuzzy sweater. And I don't have the mental reserve to start a movie when I know I'll have to clean up the messes that were made while I was an absentee parent. And I don't have any novels I'm wanting to read right now. And the fireplace has been shut down due to a gas leak.
Guess I'll just read the newspaper online, and then do my housework. Or not. Maybe I'll just sit.
Must be a change in the weather. It just makes me feel antsy and blah all at the same time.